The good side of jetlag

One of the best things about being jetlagged is getting to watch the sunrise. In my normal life I never see it. This morning though I watched my parent’s backyard go from pitch black to completely light. And because it’s spring their backyard is gorgeous. The jacaranda tree is covered in purple flowers. There are other plants in bloom with white and pink flowers. I just saw my first flock of rainbow lorikeets, chirruping back and forth at each other as they zoomed by. I should be up at this time more often.

The only noises I’m hearing are birds, the hum of the fridge from the kitchen, and various house creaking noises, but mostly birds. I’m so not in New York City anymore! It’s so wonderful to be home.

3 comments

  1. janet on #

    Mmm. Lovely. I love jacarandas.

    When we went to Wales in August I woke in the middle of the night the first night and got up to do some star-gazing. We were way out in the country (nearest house an hour away and currently uninhabited), so there was zero light pollution, and by a miracle the sky was cloudless. It was quite amazing. One of those nights when you understand why the Milky Way is called the Milky Way. And it was Perseid season, so I saw a couple of meteors.

    Sigh.

  2. Justine on #

    That sounds gorgeous. There’s too much light pollution to see more than a few stars here, but a few years back we went into the outback in South Australia to see a total eclipse. I saw more stars than I’ve ever seen in my life. Twas indeed amazing.

    Sydney is all purple jacarandas right now. I’m finally able to appreciate jacarandas. For years they just meant that I should be studying for end of year exams . . .

  3. janet on #

    The best stargazing I’ve ever had was in Ecuador, something like 15 years ago. Up in the Andes, no lights, no clouds. Just amazing.

    The trip to Wales was a virtually perfect vacation — great mix of catching up with people I hadn’t seen in a while, sleeping late, hiking, and visiting castles and such-like tourist-y stuff. Plus real fish and chips, and an excellent Indian meal in Manchester on our way home.

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